The soul is a breath of living spirit, that with excellent sensitivity, permeates the entire body to give it life. Just so, the breath of the air makes the earth fruitful. Thus the air is the soul of the earth, moistening it, greening it.

The Word is living, being, spirit, all verdant greening, all creativity. This Word manifests itself in every creature.

O, You who are ever giving life to all life, moving all creatures, root of all things, washing them clean, wiping out their mistakes, healing their wounds, You are our true life, luminous, wonderful, awakening the heart from its ancient sleep.

What I do not see I do not know. I see, hear and know simultaneously and learn what I know as if in a moment.

Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.

We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.

All living creatures are sparks from the radiation of God’s brilliance, emerging from God like the rays of the sun.